“Who’s in the lead?” Jerry asked. “Is it a boy or a girl?”
“No one has come by yet,” one of the young men replied, grinning as he spoke.
We kept walking, Jerry and I, and in just a fraction of a minute, behind us, we heard one of the boys speak. “You’re the first. You’re in the lead.” We smiled and kept walking.
We were finishing up our morning walk on the island, and already we knew there was a special event in progress, for many police vehicles were on patrol, and some of the streets had been 
cordoned off. It was a triathlon, we had learned, and although I’m not sure who was its sponsor, the group were well-prepared, for along the trail there were 
tables set up with water, assistance crews and the like.
I couldn’t tell just what job the young men had been assigned for no specific gear that seemed pertinent to the triathlon was in view, but they were excellent at a couple of things; wittiness, respect for older people, and encouragement.
As Jerry and I continued our walk, I pondered the brief words that young man had spoken, and before we reached our car, I had remarked about their significance, and had decided to write this piece.
“I want to take their picture,” I said to Jerry as we climbed into our Jeep. “Just slow down as we reach them, please. I’ll get their attention and snap quickly from the car.”
I rolled down the window when we reached their spot, indicated my camera and called, “I want to take your picture.” They grinned, 
leaped up from the sidewalk where they were sitting and positioned their sign (that I can’t quite read). Look at them: Two pleasant young men with great attitudes who spread some cheer to a couple of elderly people this morning. I wish them well, wish them a drug and alcohol-free life, wish them a life committed to principle and to serving Jesus Christ.
Hey, you two wonderful boys in Lake Havasu: Kudos. You both are # 1. You are winners!
Shirley Buxton 